Man, I need a weekend to recover from this weekend. Generally speaking, New York weekends are actually less interesting than the regular week. So I go out on week-nights, mostly, when I won’t have to fight with a million people from Staten Island just to get a drink, and then, on the weekend, I go on long walks, and go to the movies and hang out at people’s houses. It’s all very civilized and it’s probably the only thing keeping me from going totally broke. It also lets me catch up on my sleep.
This weekend, however, I was a little a busy. Here’s what I did:
1) Hung out with my parents, who were in from Boston. We went on a cruise around Liberty and Ellis Islands, and saw “Good Night, and Good Luck” and ate at every restaurant in Lower Manhattan. We also went to my favorite bar, which they liked a lot, although my Mom informed me gravely that I should take good care of my liver, because I clearly need it.
2) Broke up with my boyfriend.
3) Wrote an Incoming! for the Black Table. (Link tomorrow.)
So as you can see, I am a master of multi-tasking. And I need a nap. And possibly a new liver.